On apping syndemic when it opens...

[bigbad]

Brilliant. Zombies. Cause those never get tiresome. Can they even kill me? No one wants another case of zompires on our hands.

You know what else never gets tiresome? Me finding out I'm fictional. Me watching that bloody TV show you always go on about. You may not have noticed, but my life's not fun to watch. There are some things I've done I'd rather not relive, if it's all the same to you. Especially knowing it's supposed to be entertainment.

Not sure why I'm even bothering arguing, though. I know you. You'll go through the whole song and dance anyway, not giving one whit what my feelings are. Bloody inconsiderate, is what it is. I don't know why I put up with it.

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[bigbad]

Right. We'll keep ignoring it, then. [He can't help but feel a little frustrated. All he wants is to talk about it.] I don't think anything'll happen to our hair.

[slay]

How does that work, anyway? Or, is it like Total Recall? I mean, are we gonna be real all 'a sudden when we get there, or are we still not real but there, or still not real and put into something else that's not real, or -- My head hurts.

[ she can key into his frustration, but she can't humor it. she can't flex on this. more than anything, she needs to not talk about it. it's avoiding rather than dealing, but all things considered - she's strangely okay with that. ]

[bigbad]

I've no bloody clue. I feel real, though. Don't you?

[slay]

[ lately? that's something to wonder. things have been so bad, so insane, that it's easy to wonder. ]

... Yeah. Yeah, of course.

[bigbad]

...you don't sound so convinced, love.

[slay]

I am. [ moving on quickly to keep him from pushing. ] Better hope the bugs sit this one out. I mean, we already know they can go zomp-bug, can't be that far a throw to zombug.

[bigbad]

Zombug'd probably be less scary. Still, I'd rather keep them out of this.